The Vital Essence Poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar

I stare at the placid Moon,
Who by no way is my own,
And love her womanly face,
By which she isn’t in disgrace.

I watch the twin moving Stars,
Who are afar from my bar,
And pursue well their sharp eyes,
By which they are not blurred.

I scale the Rainbow’s contour,
Who looks near, yet miles away,
And relish her tints of costume,
By which she is not stained.

I observe slow rattling Ducks,
Who I am in no mood to hug,
And enjoy their rhythmic tongue,
By which they are not ruffled.

I smell the tender Jasmine,
Which blossoms in other’s domain,
And sense the feminine perfume,
By which she is not dethroned

I feel deep the soothing Breeze,
Which eludes my every embrace,
And absorb her sensuous touches,
By which she is not blemished.

I would see you too likewise,
Whom I have no plan to invade,
And am vitalized by your spell,
By which you won’t be in distress.
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